Monday, November 14, 2005

Begin

Our little man is nearing 17 months. It's a hard age to explain to the non-parents of the world. At 15 months he was "a year and a third" and not too long ago he was "a year and a quarter." But now I guess it's simplest to say "almost a year and a half." But as any person who has spent a good amount of time with a wee one surely knows, there are plenty of changes that take place over a short period of time that the vagueness seems inappropriate. Especially when it's your own child.

Noah is just starting to use his words. Two weeks ago when he and Elizabeth left to visit his southern side of the family, he was just able to say "momma," "dada," "lulu" (favorite stuffed friend) and "wow." Seven days later he had words for door, keys, cheese, ball, up, grandpa, hello and phone. It is amazing and wonderful to see him express himself. I'm awestruck at how quickly he changes. Elizabeth told me this evening that he doesn't become a "toddler" until 18 months. That may be the case, but I'm not sure what it's called when I see his baby-hood quickly becoming a memory and he's only 506 days old.

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This blog has been created as a shrine to the littlest Schwartz, Noah. It is primarily a gateway for photos that chronicle his growth, but it may ocassionaly include babbling by his proud parents. The photos have been hosted by Flickr. Click on any place that says Flickr to see shots of our sweet pea.